Page 53 of You Can Make Me
In the evenings, we made good use of the hot spring.
“Your penchant for nudity is contagious,” he said, later that night.
“It makes this so much easier.” I stroked his cock at a maddeningly slow rate. He straddled my lap while I worked him open with one hand and had him quivering with the other. I loved this position, looking up into his blissed-out face
“You’re impossible,” he said, gasping as I added another finger.
“Impossibly in love with you.” I sucked on his throat, and his body relaxed around me.
“Good,” he said with a gasp. “Now give me my prize for doing my exercises like a good boy.”
I barked out a laugh and turned him around.”I never said you were a good boy.”
“That’s true,” he said, shoving his ass back, knowing I’d lose my mind at the sight. “And now I want to be bad.”
I reached for the bottle of lube I’d hidden in the rocks and used it on us.
“Hell yeah.”
God, being bare inside him was the ultimate high. Seeing his body take me in, and hearing the sounds he made was even more of a turn-on than the feel of his rim gripping me. I loved having intercourse with Cooper more than I’d thought I would. It was so different from the sex I’d had with my wives. Everything about my relationship with him was.
He made it so easy to ask questions about anything, and I could tell he was enjoying himself, where I’d never really known for sure with women. I never worried about hurting him—well, before his injuries I hadn’t. Now, I took care not to bother his scars and was so cautious not to jostle or bump his head—but once he started to come, and his muscles contracted around my dick, it was total bliss. And the more he got his strength back, themore physical we were during sex, and that made it even more mind-blowing.
I was careful not to drive his hips into the rocks when I had him in the hot spring, but the cool air on our hot skin, the water lapping at my balls, all of it caused sensory overload, and I never lasted as long as I wanted. On this night, with my emotions right on the surface, I came so hard, I had to bite down on his shoulder to avoid shouting.
“Careful,” Cooper murmured. “You might alert those partygoers on the water.”
I froze, shushing him, and heard voices and laughter echo off the hillside on the other side of the river. I pulled out of Cooper, who was trying to hold in his laughter, and got out of the hot spring. I crouched on a ledge about halfway up one of the boulders, and peered over the top. Three rafts floated by, each sporting floodlights and a bunch of drunk folks—thankfully wearing lifejackets.
“Did you hear that? I swear, it sounded like someone was having a real good time.”
Cooper barked out a laugh and answered loudly, “Yes, we were.”
The boaters turned their lights toward the house and temporarily blinded me, causing me to throw an arm over my face to block the light and stand up. In full view of the boats. Naked.
I got a bunch of whoops and hollers and applause from the boaters.
“Right? That’s alwaysmyreaction to him naked!” Cooper yelled.
I gave them a wave and hopped down, making my way over to Cooper. I helped him out of the spring and wrapped him in a towel.
“You’re not helping,” I grumbled, kissing his cheek. “Get into the house so I can finish you off.” I smacked his ass, and he made his way up the path to the house, barely using his cane. Once inside, I caught him around the middle and lifted him onto the kitchen counter. I didn’t give him even a second to catch his breath. I pulled apart his towel and descended upon his cock like a man on a mission.
Freud was full of shit about most things, but there’s something to be said about his thoughts on oral fixation. From smoking to suckers to gum to kissing, I sought out oral stimulation constantly. I thought more clearly when I had something in my mouth. I was more focused when I had something in my mouth…and Cooper’ssomethingwas my favorite thing to have in my mouth.
He was long, giving me plenty of surface area to work with. The very first night I spent with him, going down on him had been at the top of my “things I want to try with this hot guy” list. I’d had no idea whether I’d enjoy it, but from the first taste of Cooper, I’d been obsessed.
Maybe it was less about oral fixation and instead was just your garden-variety addiction. A Cooper addiction. I could never get enough.
“Den, I can’t think when you…fuck,I love your mouth on me…Fuuuck.”
He leaned back on his hands, giving me a gorgeous view of his torso, which was no longer skin and bones.
He made me want to please him, worship him. He had no idea how desperately I wanted him. Sure, he could be a brat, but that was to cover up for the fact that experiences from his past had shaken his confidence, and that wasbeforehis attack.
He squirmed beneath me, trying to hook his heel, tilt his hips, anything to chase that high he knew he’d get from my mouth.
My only struggle with giving him head was whether I wanted to swallow his release or if I wanted to watch him make a mess and then clean it up. These were easy problems to have, considering what we’d been through. I’d taken great joy in watching his recovery over the past month…almost as much as I’d enjoyed the renewing of our relationship.
